Cash Remington and the Rum Run (Sexy Dreadfuls Book 2) Page 2

  She hears me and stows whatever she was looking at.

  “What have you there, lass?”

  She turns, her bright blue eyes widened with fright. “Nothing.”

  I take the few steps to the bed, unhook my scabbard and sword, and reach for my belt.

  She glances down and cringes back against the cabin windows. “Please don’t.”

  She’s so small. I could easily pin her and take everything I want. But she’s no three-penny harlot. She’s something more. I see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice.

  “Have you never been with a man before?” I ask and reach for the hem of her dress, the light yellow lace reminding me of a civilized past I’d given up years ago.

  “N-no.” She shakes her head, and her lip trembles.

  I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock, stroking it as I study the curves of her small breasts. She clenches her eyes shut.

  “Open your eyes.”

  “N-no, please.” Her voice shakes.

  I ease my hand up and down my stiff length, and I want nothing more than to hold her down and fuck her raw. But her trembling form speaks to something in me beneath the layers of salt and the years of dirty deeds.

  “I’ll make you a deal.” I keep stroking, imagining it’s her pussy around my cock instead of my hand.

  Her eyes flutter open and she holds my gaze, never lowering it. “What deal?”

  I stay my hand even though my balls are fizzing and demanding release. “I swear I won’t touch you.”

  She lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

  “Not so fast, my lovely. I’ll need something in return.” I smirk as her face falls.

  She draws her knees up and wraps her arms around them. “What?”

  “I won’t touch you, if you show me what’s beneath that dress. Take it all off for me, slowly.”

  “No!” She tries to meld herself into the cabin wall at her back, but there’s nowhere to go. Wood boards and tiny windows offer her no reprieve from me. I take what I want. And right now, I want her.

  I shrug. “If that’s how you want to play it.” Reaching down, I grab her ankle and yank her down onto the bed.

  She screams, so I slap my hand over her mouth and use my other to yank her dress up to her hips. Her thighs are soft and warm, and my cock demands I seat myself as deep inside her as possible.

  Tears well in her light eyes and roll down her porcelain skin.

  “I’ll give you one more chance, pretty one. Either you strip and let me look upon your body while I relieve myself of this,” I thrust my cock against her thigh, “or I’ll take your maidenhead.”

  She squeaks as I stare down at her. I want to take her. My black heart demands I shove inside her, but something else stays my hand. The conscience I thought I’d drowned long ago tells me not to hurt her. Not until she begs me to.

  “Nod if you agree to my terms.” I surge my hips up, my cock making contact with a soft thatch of hair on her pussy.

  She tries to jerk away from me, but I’m six feet, five inches of weathered pirate. She’s going nowhere. Slowly, she settles and nods.

  I lean closer to her face, taking in her sweet scent. “I wish you would have refused, my lovely. I bet your pussy is tighter than a closed fist and hotter than the furnaces of Hades.”

  Another set of tears well in her enchanting eyes. I rise off her and back up a step. “Now, strip.”

  She sits up and wipes her tears with her lace sleeve. But they don’t stop falling. She doesn’t look at me as she reaches behind her back and unbuttons the bodice. I stroke myself, my cock so hard it hurts. Once the buttons are unhooked, she pulls the sleeves off and presses the dress to her chest. Her skin is almost effervescent, so fair that I doubt the sun has ever graced it. I lick my lips.

  “Keep going, lovely. All of you.” I have to slow my hand or I’ll come on the floor instead of her body. I may not touch her, but I’ll sure as fuck make my mark.

  She takes a deep breath and shoves the dress down. Her breasts are small, not quite a handful, and the light pink nipples are upturned and hard. I force myself to stay put, though I want them in my mouth. Standing, she shucks the dress to her feet and crosses her arms over her perfect tits.

  I growl, the animal inside me needing more from her. So much more. “The pantalets. Take them off.”

  Another tear rolls down her cheek, shimmering like gossamer on the wings of a fairy.

  “Please.” She bites her lip, and I almost lose it.

  “Do it now or I’m going to ram my cock so deep inside you, you’ll be sore for a week.”

  She shudders and reaches to the ribbon at her slim waist. With a pull, the material shrouding her pussy falls to the cabin floor.

  “Jesus Christ.” My cock jerks as I drink her in. Pale golden curls grace her pink pussy, and her legs are slender and perfect. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, or one that I wanted to dirty up so badly. “My hands belong on you, lovely. My cock belongs buried in your mouth, your cunt, your ass.”

  She recoils, but the bed is right behind her, so she sits, her perky tits bouncing and driving me insane with the need to bite them.

  “I’m a man of my word.” Rarely. I advance so I’m standing in front of her, my cock at eye level. This time she looks straight at it, watching as I stroke myself. “Lie back and spread your legs.”

  She sniffles and does as she’s told, reclining on my bed and opening her knees the slightest bit.

  I stand at her feet so I can look on her entire body at once. “Wider,” I grunt as my balls draw up close to me.

  She spreads a tiny bit more.

  “Wider, goddammit! And look at me!”

  The harsh edge in my voice gets her to comply, and she spreads her legs for me. Her pussy is the lightest pink, like her nipples, and I stare at it as if I’m a starving man and it’s my last meal. Why the fuck did I promise not to touch her?

  “Pinch your nipples.” I put a knee on the bed between her legs.

  She jolts. I lick my lips and lean down to her pussy. Her scent. Fuck. It might drive me insane.

  “I bet you taste like heaven, my lovely.” Sweetness, and pussy, and something that I just know is her. God, I want to taste it. “Can I get a little lick?”

  She shakes her head and chokes out a “no.” I force myself to lean away.

  “Pinch them. Show me.”

  She slowly moves her hands to her tits and pins her stiff peaks between her dainty fingers. She’s biting her lip again, driving me wild.

  “Does it feel good to touch yourself?”

  She doesn’t respond, only stares at me as I’ve commanded.

  “I bet you’ve never touched this cunt, have you? Never sank your fingers deep inside and pretended it was a man? Do you think you’d imagine a man like me? Would you want to be fucked hard and rough until you came on a scream? Because that’s what I’d do to you, over and over again.”

  Her eyes widen, and she thrusts her hips up almost imperceptibly. She’s hot for it; she just doesn’t know it.

  Everything about her begs for my cock. I speed my rhythm and feast my eyes on her body. My cock can’t take much more.

  “I’m going to mark this pretty pussy, my lovely. Write Captain Cash Remington all over it. Would you like that?”

  She trembles and keeps her gaze on mine as I edge between her legs, careful not to touch her. She’s completely at my mercy.

  “A pirate is about to blow all over you, and I know you want it. Look at my cock. Watch me come.”

  Her eyes flicker down to my hand.

  “See what you’ve done to me?”

  When she licks her lips, I swallow hard.

  “Fuck.” I grunt and stroke harder, squeezing as if it were her around my fat cock head. One more look at her pussy, now glistening with her own wetness, sends me over the edge. My release boils up inside me and my cock stiffens as I shoot all over her, coating her with jet after jet of hot come. She jumps, but doesn’t move away from m
e.

  Once I’ve emptied my balls on her, I sit back on my haunches and catch my breath. She covers her face with her hands.

  “Was it so bad?” I stand and grab a cloth from my small cabinet. Once I’ve cleaned my cock off, I toss it to her. It lands on her stomach, and she jolts again.

  Something falls to the floor with a glassy tink.

  The girl makes a strangled noise, leans over the edge of the bed, and reaches for something. I glance down. The huge blue gem from the chest sits on the floor, inches away from her grasp.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “YOU LITTLE THIEF!” I snatch the gem away from the girl.

  “Me?” She yanks my thin bed sheet over her body. “That stone is mine!” Her voice quavers, but there is a strength in it that surprises me.

  “Nothing’s yours. Not even your life.” I hold the gem up to the light. Its angles and edges shine, and I can see straight through it except for a cloudy portion at its center. “You belong to me now.”

  “I belong to no man.” She tilts her chin up, the fear from moments before replaced with defiance.

  “You might want to check your cunt.” I lower the gem and look her in the eyes. “It’s got me all over it. It’s mine.”

  She grabs the towel off the bed and shoves it beneath the sheet, wiping herself. But she’ll never be clean, not now that I’ve seen her, all of her. It’s only a matter of time before I’m balls deep inside her wet cunt.

  “Don’t look at me like that.” She pulls the sheet to her neck.

  “Like what?” I set the gem on the small table in my cabin and pull my pants up.

  “Like that. Like you want to—”

  “Like I want to lick your cunt, fuck you silly, and then take your ass?”

  Her cheeks heat, the color warming the coolness of her eyes. “Yes, like that.”

  I smile and grab my sword. “I’m a pirate, my lovely. I take what I want. I’ll have you in short order.” My cock is already trying to kick back into top form. Her body is like a magnet, pulling it out, straight toward her.

  “You said your name is Cash Remington?”

  “Captain Cash Remington.” I grab the stone and tuck it into the pouch around my neck.

  She glances around, perhaps looking for an escape. There is none. I’m telling the truth when I say I own her.

  I walk to the door, turn, and lean against it. She stares at me with those otherworldly eyes.

  “You’ll need to get dressed—unless you want my men to see you like this.” I take my kerchief from my pocket and tie it around my head. Then I snug my black hat down tight and run my index finger along the brim.

  “When you leave, I will.”

  “You’ll do it now.” I return her steady gaze. My eyes are greedy for her.

  “Can you turn around?”

  “I can, but I won’t.” I remain still, waiting her out.

  “You’re a filthy brigand!” Her ire lights something deep in my chest. I want to see her rage burn brighter. I want to taste it.

  “Indeed.” I wink at her and snag a bottle of rum from the shelves by the door. I take a gulp of the potent liquor, though it tastes no stronger than water to me.

  She angrily wipes the last tears from her face and clutches the sheet with one hand while reaching for her dress with the other. She snags it, but not before I catch a glimpse of her breast and the gentle curve of her waist.

  Shimmying the material over her head, she drops the sheet. Her nipples flash, but then get covered by the lace. I tsk and turn to open the door.

  “What if someone comes?” The worry in her tone is misplaced.

  “The only man on this ship you need fear is me. I’ll be back later, and we’ll have to strike a new bargain to keep me from taking you.” I glance over my shoulder and catch her glower. Spirited. She’s no weakling. Despite her tears, there’s more to her than a fearful virgin.

  I close the door behind me and catch the leers from a couple of my crewmen. Word has clearly spread that a woman is on board.

  “If any of you so much as look at,” oh fuck, I never got her name, “the woman, I’ll gut you and feed your entrails to the sea!”

  They go about their work as the sun lowers in the West. After surveying the deck, I dive from the bowsprit and into the waves off the starboard bow. The sea cools my hot blood and reminds me I belong to the water. I swim hard to keep up with the ship and then grasp a rope I always leave hanging from the aft. I pull myself up and scale the hull with ease.

  Once on deck, I yell at my men to get to work setting the ship to rights and preparing the cargo for transport to shore. When no one is looking, I step back into my cabin. The girl sleeps on my bed, her back turned once again, just as I’d hoped. I creep to my hidden safe and stow the gem inside.

  Once it’s locked up tight, I return to the deck and enjoy the setting sun and freedom of the ocean. We’re sailing fast and hard toward port, and I’m looking forward to collecting every last coin for the rum run we just completed.

  One more run and I’ll have enough to finally claim my heart’s fiercest desire, the Gloomy Lotus—the fastest ship on all the oceans of the world. She sits anchored in Port Royal. The pirate who built her, Captain Lament, hung up his pistols and made a home on the island. That ship is destined to be mine, not this hulk of pine and pitch beneath me.

  I think back to the sparkle of the gem in my safe and smile. That beauty will fetch a high price, and then I’ll be done with rum running for good. I’ll take my men out into the Atlantic and attack merchants and passenger vessels—the real money.

  “Captain?” Scab yells down, interrupting my reverie.

  “What?”

  “We got trouble off the port bow!” He points, but I can’t see shit, so I dart past my men and to the forecastle deck.

  Dread ripples up my spine. A huge whirlpool, thousands of yards wide, gapes and grows, the waters circling as if God had installed a drain in this part of the sea. But I’ve traveled this route many a time and never seen such a thing. Something is wrong.

  I lean over the rail to see the water beginning to swirl against the keel. “Hard starboard!”

  “But Captain—”

  “Hard starboard!” I yell loud enough for my throat to burn. The ship sways sharply, and I hang on to the railing to keep from going overboard. My men work the sails and get us moving swiftly away.

  I let out a sigh of relief as the swirling waters come no closer.

  “Captain!” The desperation in Scab’s voice draws my eye.

  “What?”

  He points. “Port side, Captain, port bow!”

  I dart across the deck. Seven hells. We’re headed straight for a roiling mass of water. I don’t know what it is, but it can’t be a good thing.

  “Between them, Scab!”

  The ship swings back to starboard and closer to the deadly whirlpool. I run to the bowsprit and climb out, keeping a watch on both approaching dangers so I can yell instructions back to Scab. The ship glides over the water, skirting the edge of the swirling pit and coming too close to the bubbling eruption off the port side. I move further out the bowsprit and drop down, wrapping my legs around the carved mermaid figurehead.

  “Port!” I yell as the boat begins to tremble on the edge of the whirlpool. Scab corrects course, but there is no escaping both dangers.

  The roiling water vomits up a hulking six-headed beast. The scaled heads have multiple eyes and are nearly split in half with mouths of razor teeth. The monster rises quickly, the heads whipping closer and closer to the ship.

  Fuck. If we navigate toward starboard, the entire ship will be lost in the whirlpool. If we take the port side, the ship could be destroyed and men lost.

  “Captain?” The high note of fear in Scab’s voice spurs me to act.

  “Cut close to port. Avoid the whirlpool!” I yell back as the men rush around the deck, lashing the sails so the ship will obey Scab’s steering. I tighten my legs around the mermaid and grip her throat. “
Sorry, lass. I hope you like it rough.”

  The heads of the beast are attached to a writhing mass of black flesh with pus pockets oozing yellow filth into the foaming sea. The heads snap at each other, and some strain to reach the ship.

  “Cunt and cock!” My heart hammers in my chest as we approach the monsters.

  The beast’s many toothy maws could rip the ship to bits and kill every man aboard. We remain out of reach, with just enough room to slip between the hazards. We skirt along the edge of a knife, and I can only hope we don’t end up gutted and bleeding on the ocean floor.

  I crane my head up to see over the wooden mermaid’s coral crown. The waters beyond the terrors are smooth and clear. We just have to make it.

  “Steady as she goes!” I yell.

  The nearest head darts forward, its jaws only yards from the boat. The black, unblinking eyes focus on me. My skin crawls as the creature’s stench rolls over the surging waves. My men yell and keep the ship moving, the keel slicing through the water toward salvation.

  “Ahh, you fucking ugly asses!” Trent, a deckhand, shouts. I crane my head back to get a look at him. He’s standing at the edge of the rail, screaming up at the creatures that are just out of range.

  “Trent, stop!”

  “It’s all right, Captain! These sons of whores can’t touch me!” He points at the monsters and continues shouting every profanity he can think of. Others congregate around him, laughing and taunting as we get broadside of the hulking mass. The heads hiss and strain to reach the ship.

  I turn my gaze back to the water. “Bloody hell!” The whirlpool is expanding, and the ship begins to wobble. “Port!” I yell over the hiss of the water and the intermittent roars from the heads.

  “Aye aye!” The men respond, and Trent finally quiets.

  The spray stings my face as I watch the swirling waters. A scream rips through the air behind me. Fuck. The heads are close enough to do damage. A deckhand is cut down by one; the monster’s teeth slicing his body in half and devouring his torso in one gulp. Another head fastens on the mainsail, ripping and biting it as four more of the monsters crash down on the deck. They snap their teeth and catch another crewman, Trent. He screams like a woman.